Alive is Just a Word

Divorce

One day this bed I sleep in was mine,

The garden behind this house my playground,

whilst the sadness in me is still unfound,

whilst the lights in my eyes still shine

As I lay alone and shaking in this bed,

this is not my home anymore,

I am too much in pain therefore

I couldn't shut the voices in my head

I will be laying in my own bed again one day and a smile will find it's way back to my face,

but one thing I am sure of, I will not find my happiness back in this house nor this place.